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Submitted to Contest #277
“Morning walks are typically the most peaceful, ordinary part of my day. In fact, since I started working in the forest, they have never been anything but ordinary, no matter how extraordinary everything else becomes. And yet, I’m making my way around the tree line today and find a kid buried in the snow, hand sticking up like a dead body. I put my coat around him and carried him back here, trying to warm him up. I put him by the fire, gave him some blankets and put his hands in hot water, but he’s still out. I’m gonna keep trying.” I ...
Submitted to Contest #245
As the dusk fades out and the moon rises higher in the sky, Iris, goddess of the night, watches over the forest and all of its creatures, from the tiniest spider crawling in its web, to the largest panther stalking its prey. With muddy hands, she touches every closed flower and weed, her flowing cape caressing the dirt behind her. Suddenly, screams and cries break the silence of the night, and she makes her way towards the noise, finding the edge of a cliff and a young group of campers down below, cornered to the rock face by a panther. She ...
Submitted to Contest #241
Sunlight streams into the room through the blinds, I get out of bed, dress, and tell my servants to bring coffee and eggs into the sitting room, forgetting that Walt wanted me to save them for the guests. Nothing to be done now, we can buy more after all. I make my way through my routine, reading through the mail, and setting aside the bills for Walt until the list is done. Looking guiltily over at the piano, I’m reminded I should be practising my singing, but my throat is aching from last week's party performances. Walt reminded me that I s...
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